Now I can't say that I've been this calm about it since we found out. I knew I was pregnant back in the beginning of January. I was making coconut curry chicken (a favorite of ours) and I wanted to throw up. I hated anything Thai or curry when I was pregnant with Quentin. So I just knew then, Michael thought I was playing a joke on him.
When Michael and I decided to finally take a pregnancy test, I was 12 days late. ( I was 18 days late when I took a pregnancy test with Quentin) Michael came home from the store with a bottle of wine, chocolate brownies, new razors, shaving cream, nail polish and of course 2 pregnancy test. He figured, no matter what the result was, I was going to need pampering that night.
So I've had time to deal with it. I cried a lot at first. A LOT. I really didn't want to be pregnant again and especially so soon. I wasn't over the last pregnancy. I hated being pregnant and the labor was too intense for me; left me kinda scarred. I really wanted to get my body back in shape before having another one, I feel like I just had a mini-vacation between producing children. Plus, I wanted to slowly go vegan. And I don't know how that's going to work being pregnant. Things are weird.
Also, I know its stupid, and I know I will but, I don't know how I could love another child as much as I love Quentin. How is it even possible?